The policewoman on the phone was taken aback; clearly, she didn’t know the details of the case, and was only tasked with calling citizens to gather information.
"Hold on a mont." The person on the other end left for two minutes, "Now transferring you to the internal line."
"Okay, thank you."
The voice answering was very familiar; it was Officer Porlin again, "Officer, are you done with your work? How co you have ti to deal with anti-terrorism and counter-assault cases?"
"It’s you again, Su Xiaocai." Porlin called her by na, feeling quite troubled, "Can you stop ddling in cases?"
"It’s all fate’s arrangent; you should instead tell those attack assailants not to appear where I’m wandering around, I find them annoying." Su Xiaocai had been out all day and wanted to have a "ton" of rice with Ji Li that evening. But she couldn’t have the al, and instead witnessed a case of extre reverse murder, losing her appetite.
Porlin couldn’t refute; she was just shopping, visiting a pet show, which turned into the scene of a human tragedy.
"Alright, back to business, what’s up with those two guys in the east gate restroom?"
"Here’s the thing: they tried to take hostage, but a friend and I turned the tables on them, tied them up, and made them eat crap."
Porlin glanced at the two burly n draped in towel garnts, wiping their noses with tissues. They were still terrified, gagging at the sight of anything mushy, unable to even face their own vomit.
According to them, Su Xiaocai’s tying skills were so advanced, they didn’t dare to move an inch.
But maintaining that position was exhausting, though if they didn’t, they’d end up touching and sll-marked by the stuff sticking to the porcelain.
Throughout history, the janitor position has always held firm grace, due to complexities technology can’t solve.
Eventually, they couldn’t hold on anymore...
Better not say more, others outside the scene might not be able to handle it either.
Su Xiaocai’s way of handling it was equally nauseating as Xiang Qian’s prank thod; it wouldn’t kill you, but it could gross you to death.
The psychological shadow cast over them was imnse; they were stuttering, hardly forming sentences.
"Can’t you consider us police officers when you’re pranking people?" It’s so disturbing.
"Acts of kindness don’t care about ans. The bonus for the aftermath of the Insect Man incident, the one they promised , it hasn’t been applied for this long, is it ready yet?"
Speaking of bonuses, Porlin felt he couldn’t delay any longer; Su Xiaocai’s driver just brought over a car, telling them there was a bomb on it, which gave them cold sweats.
If they didn’t give her the bonus soon, next ti she might bring a carload of bombs.
Porlin almost scratched his scalp off — hateful thieves, unscrupulous rcenaries, he’s utterly opposed to them.
"Please keep this communicator open; if any issues arise later, we’ll need to reach out to you again."
"Fine, I’m happy to oblige. Rember that bonus."
Porlin didn’t want to talk to her anymore and hung up. He took the ti to apply for the bonus to reward the hero of the Insect Man incident. He’s never t anyone so eager to chase after rewards for doing good deeds.
Su Xiaocai snorted coldly; she didn’t want to waste words with him either. He’s useless at everything, master at being late.
Always a step too late, or too late to catch anyone.
She might as well go and grow vegetables.
With so daylight left, Su Xiaocai grabbed a hoe and went to check the state of the coconut leaf lettuce in the field; they weren’t bad, but harvesting their seeds would still take so ti.
After reviewing the various data of the control experint group, Su Xiaocai started writing part of a paper. Oh right, she rembered she submitted a paper; what’s happening with it now?
Professor Li had no news; he said all she could do was wait.
Later, she dug up so bamboo shoots, planning to give them to Ji Li, when Ji Li texted, "Hurry to the school infirmary, there’s a show to watch."
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